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I love being alone
Mar. 27th, 2015 10:39 pmToday, my back was hurting after a session at the dentist on Wednesday. I didn't want to go to the store so I'd told my VA rep to let the lady who'd take me that I wasn't going anywhere. In this pain mode I'm in, I can't do any side to side looking, like one does at the grocery store, b/c it will set off my muscle spasms in my neck and back. But unfortunately, the lady taking me, Lisa, didn't get the message not to drop by to pick me up. She showed up rather late--3pm instead of 12 noon--and she showed up with an entourage of people who wanted to see me and see my apartment. Five people. Five.
*facepalm*
They stayed for 15 minutes and then had to leave. A. My back. B. I have a no-company apartment, meaning it's an efficiency apt with no places for people to sit. One person for company and they won't be all that comfortable. There's my bed/couch (it's not a sofa bed) and my computer chair. I also don't have anything to offer people to drink. No big coffee maker, just ice and water and four glasses.
I was invariably asked if I'm lonely, do I have a boyfriend, and am I looking for another place to live so I can have friends over.
No. No. And NO.
And when I said no, two of these women said, "But don't you want to get married?"
F.u.c.k. N.O.
Aside from me being rather a loner anyway, this apartment is the first time in my 50+ years that I've been able to live alone. A-Lone. Just me and my kitty (who stayed under the sofa for the entire time the company was here). I don't want a roommate, I sure as shit don't want a boyfriend. I am enjoying my alone-time. I love having my BFF, and wish she could visit (waves at Chris) or that I could visit (she lives in the UK), but that's about as far as I go on the comfort scale.
What the hell is it with women who are brainwashed into this "must have a boyfriend/husband to feel comfortable and not alone" shit?
When I'm 70, ask me again if I'm lonely, but I think I need another 50 years living by myself before I'll be comfortable sharing my life again. FCOL.
*facepalm*
They stayed for 15 minutes and then had to leave. A. My back. B. I have a no-company apartment, meaning it's an efficiency apt with no places for people to sit. One person for company and they won't be all that comfortable. There's my bed/couch (it's not a sofa bed) and my computer chair. I also don't have anything to offer people to drink. No big coffee maker, just ice and water and four glasses.
I was invariably asked if I'm lonely, do I have a boyfriend, and am I looking for another place to live so I can have friends over.
No. No. And NO.
And when I said no, two of these women said, "But don't you want to get married?"
F.u.c.k. N.O.
Aside from me being rather a loner anyway, this apartment is the first time in my 50+ years that I've been able to live alone. A-Lone. Just me and my kitty (who stayed under the sofa for the entire time the company was here). I don't want a roommate, I sure as shit don't want a boyfriend. I am enjoying my alone-time. I love having my BFF, and wish she could visit (waves at Chris) or that I could visit (she lives in the UK), but that's about as far as I go on the comfort scale.
What the hell is it with women who are brainwashed into this "must have a boyfriend/husband to feel comfortable and not alone" shit?
When I'm 70, ask me again if I'm lonely, but I think I need another 50 years living by myself before I'll be comfortable sharing my life again. FCOL.
